In Prince Caspian, part of C.S. Lewis’ Narnia Chronicles, the children Peter, Susan, Edmond and Lucy all find themselves in Narnia after a long absence. Aslan, the great King lion, is nowhere to be seen. Lucy, the youngest of the children, aches to see him. One night she wakes to a great stirring in the forest, and to a voice calling to her. While the other children sleep, she ventures forth through the woods and into the clearing. Here’s what happens:
A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then—oh, joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining light in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.
But for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but Lucy never thought that. She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew she was kissing him and putting her arms as far around his neck if she could burying her face in that beautiful rich silkiness of his name.
“Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan,” sobbed Lucy. “At last.”
The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell, half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warmth breath came around her. She gazed into his large face..
“Welcome, child,” he said.
“Aslan,” said Lucy, “you’re bigger.”
“That is because you are older, little one.”
“Not because you are?”
“I am not. But every year you grow, you find me bigger.”
I want what Lucy had. A deep love and trust in my Savior, Jesus. And I deeply desire to trust the Lord more so that with each passing year, I doubt less and trust him more. Every year, He grows bigger, more capable, more effective in my eyes. Then I can wrap up in His loving arms and relax and rest in perfect trust and peace.
How about you?